Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

If you look up, the huge forest dome is spreading right in front of you, high enough that you can somehow see the ceiling. The entrance to and exit from Fairy Square opens more like a pocky empty cave on a cliff than a wall. This stunning vertical cliff stretches so long that the edges are invisible, both left and right. Going between walls, as usual, is going to be quite a long way.

And spreading in front of you is the depressed and lush forest. How dare you imagine that some of those green trees might have tree monsters like Trent.

But above all, the scariest is the field itself called Forest. Dungeons like underground aisles have good prospects and are easy to spot enemies. Enough to pay attention to bends and rooms. But in the woods, trees and plants become innumerable shields, and it is easy to forgive ambushes. Well, living there is a demon with a forest as his home. The interests of the land are entirely beyond.

Even that little forest dome was terribly careful to move on. If I wonder if that will last for many kilometers, I'll be honest and disgusted.

- All right, let's go.

Still, move on. To survive.

White light, which falls as bright as the sun, is caused by an oversized light-emitting panel installed on high ceilings. Twenty-four hours here, I guess it's always like midday brightness. Shame, it's quite bright in the woods.

"I knew it wasn't much different from the forest dome."

"Maybe it's the same vegetation. But you might find some amazing herbs, so let's explore the neighborhood first."

For me with intuitive medicine, a forest full of plants is a mountain of treasure. In fact, the fact that they dropped me here and discovered the rhinoceros early also allowed me to tailor the armored bear.

I'm sure there must be some nice plants waiting for us in this forest. Blow your chest to the slightest expectations, and the giant forest dome exploration begins - and before that.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Twin Leaves. I've been given a new spell, so I'd like to use it."

"Oh yeah!? Awesome!

Either that or I think Mr. Twin Leaves, who made the transfer, would be awesome, but, well, I don't feel bad about a girl reacting like this. It is the psychology of a man who falls for a cabbage.

"Whether it's awesome or not, I don't know if I need to try it... but not really, you should expect it"

In the meantime, heckly, I put up such a line of prevention, and then I go through some new experiments on activation of the fifth spell.

"Uh, I'll gather the dirt first"

I wanted to try a new spell right on this occasion for a great reason, too, that this first condition had been fulfilled first. There's no amount of dirt at your feet here, but it's not surprisingly available in stone areas. It is reassuring to be able to experiment in a place where you can immediately escape into Fairy Square if you have to.

I crouch down, dig the dirt, and concentrate on collecting it. Mr. Twin Leaves stands right beside him and guards him, but he peeks into my hand to see if he's interested.

"Next, sprinkle the water to make mud"

All of a sudden I consume 500 mm petted water here that I was planning to drink along the way. Looks like you should go back to smoking later. It's troublesome though.

"When mud is formed, let it be in the shape of a person"

I start twirling around like a kindergartner with a bunch of hills and mud. It makes me vain as to why I'm even coming to the dungeon and playing with mud, but I sever this as a necessary preparation, too, and seriously make a human form.

It's not clay, it's mud, so naturally, it's impossible to make it independent in shape like a figure. It is exquisite to make heads, torso and hands and feet on the ground, like relief. The size is roughly, about thirty centimeters.

"Give me this far, and I'll take another breath. Good luck."

"Hey Peach River, who are you telling that explanation to?

"Oh, don't talk to me for a second. 'Cause this is the description that comes to mind."

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

Twin Leaves finally gave me a scratch against me, who speaks to himself in a tone like a children's toy manual, but I want you to understand that I was never wacky enough to joke about it. Really, if you don't do this with your mouth shut, you're going to forget how to prep the spell activation.

Although the spell is firmly engraved in the brain, perhaps this explanation is one-time. It doesn't make sense, but it seems that kind of unfriendly design. Well, now that it's not a difficult procedure, once you do it, you can remember.

"When you have a nice human shape, apply the right amount of your blood."

Blood on it, kind of like a spell. Perhaps we can finally unleash the power of a full-scale curse here. I expect a little bit.

"Eh, blood..."

"You just have to cut your finger off, right? Good to have wound pills."

Hih, and I subtly blued my face, and I don't think Mr. Twin Leaves, who tours my fingertip cut, is a madman who killed Goma very much. Maybe that's not a women-specific eagle cutie act or something, is it?

What a slight suspicion, I slit the tip of my left middle finger with a spa cutter. Then, immediately, a ball-like Shizuku of blood floats, falling over the potari, potari and mud mannequins. Well, I'm not sure how much the right amount is... um, a few drops would be fine.

"All you have to do is cast a spell, and now you're ready"

I decided to put my fingertip allowance behind me and quickly activate the spell.

"Out of chaos, tied to abominable blood, and stood in the filthy earth -" The Muddy Doll of Dirt ""

Immediately after casting a spell without precipitation, a change occurs.

Stained in mud, blood that should no longer be visible of traces emerges on the surface of the human form as it bubbles and boils. Neither me nor Mr. Twin Leaves accidentally said, "Wow!?" It was such a different phenomenon that I ran my mouth.

The whole body of the human form is surrounded by boiling blood - so this is obviously more than the blood I dropped, but what's going on? Anyway, the reason is unknown, but the blood stained the human form bright red. No, now the blood bubbles have subsided and completely disappeared so that zero water can be sucked into the ground.

"... eh, over?

After about ten seconds of silence, the moment I uttered such a question, the human form moved.

"Wow, he's moving!?

and a second surprise voice goes up.

Until just a moment ago, a mere mass of mud came up. As if out of a mould embedded in the ground, a mud doll stands with a sound of bobbing.

The figure is only slightly different in shape from the human shape I made, which is oddly large in size, with a deformed design of about four heads like a short toddler.

"Su, wow... Takagawa, what is this..."

"Oh, yeah, definitely, this is the 'dirty mud doll'"

"Dirty Mud Dolls": Dolls that move according to the Lord's will. Absolute obedience.

In the meantime, that's all the explanatory statements in the brain. As always, it only says the obvious things that you can see, so it's unclear what he can do, or what special moves and magic he can use, in any key part like.

I guess it's just the performance that really just works the way I want. I didn't know we could make golems like giant robots out of mud here, because I didn't expect any shards over the course of this period.

"Uh, how do you move this?"

This kind of thing is more classic when you think about it than when you actually order it with words... but for now, walk!

"Wow, it's working, Peach River!

"Oh, really!

Rarely did the mud doll move his short legs to meet my expectations and start walking. At my feet, I glue around. Unless I stop, I'm going to keep walking until it's butter.

"Stop."

Speaking of which, it still stops me perfectly. I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm pretty sure it conveys the will, like telepathy. No, there's no self in this mud doll, so would it be more accurate to think of it as something like a radical cone?

Now, let's give it a try, in a way like this ideological manipulation, to see how far we can move it exactly. Even so, what am I supposed to make you do? Um, I can't help thinking deeply, and let's just move it around with the right thoughts.

"Radio Gymnastics First"

When the morning melody of hope rings in my brain, which everyone knows about the Japanese people, the mud doll correctly began to 'lift your arms up from front to top, and stretch out your back a lot'.

"Yes, one, two, three, four. No."

"Wow, you're doing a good radio gymnastics!

Mud dolls are not like fucking kids who don't care to fuck, they do lazy gymnastics like an example. Even if I didn't imagine it deeply, I proceeded with the gymnastics one after the other without precipitation, as if I were reading exactly what was in my brain.

"Yeah, I kind of figured it out"

"Oh, you're stopping me?

I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Twin Leaves. Letting the full radio gymnastics here would also be a waste of time. Besides, I, the second one, only remember the first part of being forced into embarrassing posing.

"Excellent maneuverability, but the problem is power and endurance, I guess"

"You don't look very strong."

Exactly. It's reasonable to assume that this place is as brittle as it looks.

When I poke at it, it still only conveys the same feeling of damp soil as when I cemented the mud. It was impossible that it was specially hardened.

"In the meantime, let's take this one and start exploring. I can't expect it to be warrior, but it could be."

As such, I challenge the deep forest that spreads in front of me with the mud doll, the effect of a seemingly unreliable spell.

"Nevertheless, don't get lost if this is a bit off the road..."

Shit, when you step into the woods, you lose your sense of direction in no time. Wherever you look, trees, trees, trees... there's no way you can tell.

I wouldn't have figured out how to go without this beast path we're walking on.

"Oh, wait a minute"

"Yeah."

When I speak of restraint, Mr. Twin Leaves immediately stops. Waking up as a mad warrior, she has pushed me forward with dignity, without coming after me by surprise by gripping the hem of my clothes anymore. I can even feel the success of watching from behind as I cut off the branches that stand in the way of my path with the wafer of the sub-wafer in one hand. In fact, it's about twice as wide on my back.

I stopped for nothing else, for sampling.

What I discovered was a rhinoceros mushroom with a reputation for killing armored bears and a nicetan popo that was running out of subtle stock. Fortunately, I started collecting poisonous mushrooms and weedy herbs like Grandma and Grandpa, who work in picking mountain vegetables.

I won't ask Mr. Twin Leaves to help me. Her role is alert. At the next moment, it won't be weird for a soft-armed bear from beyond that bush to peek at your head.

Instead of her, it is this' dirty mud doll 'that works for me as a partner in the harvest, but the results are not very fragrant.

"Hmm, that's a hell of a lack of power"

It is just a struggle to pick a single rhinoceros mushroom and a bunch of nicetan popos. After all, the flesh itself seems to exert only a degree of power beyond the strength of the mud, to which this will not collapse.

Seeing the healthy motion of a mud doll using her body full of eyes to pull it out of its roots, I'd like to appreciate its hard work, but this would definitely be faster if I just cut it off with a cutter.

"Okay, that's enough. Let's go."

Finish collecting so much as not too far from the beast path, and finally, wrap the nearby tree with a cloth that breaks the cloth stripped from the goma. Just in case, it's a landmark for the way home.

Then would you have walked another hour or so? Just like when you walked in the first woods, this place is also a tough road to climb and dive inside, with ups and downs and large tree roots in some places. So even if it were an hour, we wouldn't be moving forward with that many kilometers.

The average Japanese walking speed is about 5 km/h. But that's an unobstructed road story, and I don't think half of it is going to work in the woods where such a bear comes out.

"Let's get some rest around here."

My breath was also rising, and I decided to take a small pause.

Fortunately, the mud doll seems to have enough speed and stamina to follow our march, and now he's in standby mode with a disciplined gym seat beside me.

Meanwhile, Mr. Twin Leaves looks fine for the sake of it. It is presumed that the abilities of the vocational 'Mad Warrior' are affected.

The three initial skills of a Mad Warrior are:

"Mad Body": The body, just for not slaughtering enemies.

"Increased Blood": Rolling Blood Tides, To Keep Fighting.

"The Hearer": Hear the Far Out Voice. I don't refuse, I don't go crazy, I just hear it.

The trouble is, it was fatal that all the explanatory statements that come to mind, the only hint of peeking at the effects of abilities, were written by literary and artistic members like me who stirred up the middle two diseases, as if they were unintelligible flavor texts. In a sentence like this, it's as if the details are unknown.

Where in the body is "Mad Body" how fortified is it? To what extent does "blood gain" increase? The amount of increase per hour. The limit quantity is. I have as much to worry about.

The worst of them all is the mysterious skill of The Hearer of the Voice. This is in the first place, I have no idea how to even use it. I have no idea what the hell skills are for or when they activate. Whose voice is that? Please specify the CV.

In the meantime, leave aside the ketch against the God of the Mad Warrior, who has no literary talent, for "Mad Body," which would now be affecting Mr. Twin Leaves' physical abilities. Perhaps, although some abilities are supposedly enhanced, as Mr. Twin Leaves, he doesn't feel that great.

I feel that Mr. Twin Leaves, who fought Goma, is somehow stronger than he was before, but maybe his previous arm strength is just playing well with his courage.

So I can't be sure if walking on this' mad torso 'for a while will have the effect of just not getting tired of rising stamina.

Well, whatever it is, it's enough that Mr. Twin Leaves now has the power to twist the goma with his bare hands. It doesn't matter at this time whether that power increase is due to an increase in the underlying status or the effect of the skill.

"Peach River, are you still moving on?

"Um, I don't know what to do. There were no demons out there, and maybe we can stick through the woods like this..."

It is troubling. I thought it would be a battle once or twice on the road, too, but the road was going pretty well.

"How's the compass? You're not off the road?

"It's okay, there's still overlapping directions and beast trails."

The direction to be taken is checked from time to time by the Magic Formation. It would be the reason why we have come so far with relative ease, since the direction this shows has always been the same as the Beast Road.

With that in mind, you may try going today until the direction you go and where the beast path deviates.

"No, it could be the path cut open by the person who came first, this"

"The chairmen of the committee..."

"It could be a cliché."

Unexpectedly, it gives me a bit of an awkward vibe because of the two of us talking about the name of the guy who caused it. However, it may be sufficient as a possibility. Both the mouthpiece and the committee chairman's team are definitely ahead of us first.

"And for now, Mr. Twin Leaves, from here on out -"

I opened my mouth like I didn't care about them, but at the same time, Mr. Twin Leaves stood up to Russia.

For a break, we sat back with trees, dressed just across the street. Standing up, Mr. Twin Leaves' face frowned, not as rampant... but he had a scary face.

What, maybe I said something wrong? Was it so stepping through landmines that I reminded you of the President of the Commission?

"Oh, uh, Mr. Twin Leaves?

She takes a step toward me, silently. The hand pulled out of his hips.

Oh, lie, seriously. Wait, wait, let's talk, you can tell. Put your weapon down, and then we'll distance ourselves, and then we'll settle down and discuss it, Mr. Twin Leaves.

The thought couldn't have made sense, and Mr. Twin Leaves shook up the violin in his hand.

"Eh, hey."

Before the sudden blow, I didn't have time to prepare myself for death, and I heard the sound of the blade of Doraemon being struck hard on the flesh.

"It's all right now, Peach River."

"... what?"

I opened my eyes hard to the clap that shook down, and I smiled with a glimmer of cold sweat on my cheek in front of me, her face.

One beat late, I realize. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt anywhere, and I'm not bleeding. Mr. Twin Leaves didn't kill me.

"It's a big snake. Even if it wasn't poisonous, it would have been dangerous if they bit me like this."

Phew, and exhaling adorably, Mr. Twin Leaves grabbed the remains of a snake with his head split open right beside me.

Wow, I didn't notice at all. I can't believe such a big snake was closing in right next door.

"Oh, thank you... thank you so much"

Cognizant of the crisis that was secretly looming on me, I felt dodgy sweat gushing out of my face.

This is a forest of another world. There would be a large number of demons as well as simply dangerous animals. One or two snakes, lurking isn't weird, and it's not impossible for me, the surviving amateur, not to notice the proximity of those guys.

So I was made to understand once again that I would really die of clams because of mundane things. [M] No, really, thank you, Mr. Twins.

"Hehe, you're welcome"

And Twin Leaves, responding like an angel with a grin, made yet another blow to the snake that crushed his head with a smile. Don, with the sound of being slapped, the snake's neck falls gobbly.

Mr. Twin Leaves kicks the snake's head off like a pebble on the ground and erases it across the bush, as well as grabbing the neck of the amputated body or skinning it with a mind-breaking momentum. In that flowing motion, all I did was stare at my thoughts and peel off the snake beautifully.

"Uh, Mr. Twin Leaves, what are you doing?"

"I thought I could eat this snake."

The snake, peeled bellows, is draped so that Mr. Twin Leaves can even hook it up to a nearby branch with a rope. Docs and red and black blood drip off the severed surface of his neck. Blood drain, I guess.

"What, are you eating this?

"What, you're not eating?

What? Sole, I don't want to eat. It's like I'm weirder. He might be a viper in the first place, and it's a little too challenging to try it...

"I'm just a snake everywhere. It's a non-poisonous mutton fish, so you can eat it normally... oh, this snake, it looks like you can eat it, good for you"

"Really? Yay."

An intuitive pharmacology explanatory statement once again showed that it was a suitable snake for consumption. Mr. Twin Leaves is thrilled to prove he can definitely eat. Against the background of a bloody snake's body. It's wildness that doesn't seem like a modern Japanese high school girl.

"Mr. Twin Leaves, how do you eat this?

"Um, I guess I'll just have to bake it. I don't have any salt or pepper, so I may not be able to season it and it's not very tasty... but you should eat the meat."

"Oh, speaking of which, you've only eaten walnuts since you got here"

They have the nutrition they need if they believe in information, but no matter what you think, it won't be enough to maintain good health and strength enough. We're not squirrels. I've never gotten past taking proper protein.

"Yeah, I think it's still time to move on. So I guess you should eat what you can."

Absolutely right. It is such a perfect argument that there is no room for objection or other gap, but it was ruined by a goofy roar from Mr. Twin Leaves' fat stomach.

"Mr. Twin Leaves, I can't believe you wanted that much meat"

"Don't tell me. Eh!

Regretting that I had spoken of my loss, for now, I was going to make a firm intuitive decision about whether or not I could eat meat, as well as the monsters I had tailored. Well, even if I could, I would never just eat Goma.